lan was a typical douche. He played all sorts of sports as a kid and went to college on a football scholarship but couldn't quite make the team. He said he had a bum knee but they all knew it was bullshit. When he couldn't take out his energy on the field, he took it out on the women he could fuck. They only slept with him once because he was too rough and refused to help them cum.
One night Alan was on the prowl 2 towns over from his college town. He had been run out of every bar for either fighting or harassment. The bar seemed moderately full so his chances were better than the other small towns. He shoved the door closed and scanned the room seeing some older women already drunk wearing stinky clothes from working in the farm all day and some older men who were wearing the same thing.
Eventually, he laid his eyes on Mary Lou. A sweet little thing who just turned 22 and was back from college after a hard semester. She was the only one around his age so he walked right to her. He stuck out like a sore thumb wearing some designer jeans a button-down that was unbuttoned halfway showing his shaved chest and abs.
"Man you're beautiful. You and me are going to look great together tonight."
He said wrapping his arm around her. She spilled some of her drink down her dress making her cleavage wet. She tried to pull away but he held on tight.
"No, no baby don't pull away, I like it when you're wet for me. I'll buy you another one and we can go find someplace for us to have some fun. Huh? Sounds good right?"
She said
"No thank you, I'm not interested now get off of me!"
He held on tight and said
"Barkeep! Get me a vodka will ya? She's a little on edge being around someone as hot as me. Need to get her to relax."
She slapped him and he laughed saying
"Sweetie. We can get into that later but for right now let's build some tension."
He leaned in and started to kiss and bite her neck making her scream out
"STOP IT!! I SAID NO GET OFF!!"
Of course he didn't, instead he started to grope her ass and breasts while he moaned about how he would fuck her into another dimension. Mary Lou, who was the town sweetheart was saving herself for marriage and everyone in the town knew it. Alan even started to have his hand slide up her leg making her thrash around in his arms. A bunch of men stood up but when one particular man stood up, the rest chuckled and sat back down. Within 10 seconds Allen felt a big hand on his shoulder and a booming voice say
"The lady said no."
Alan looked up at the 6 foot 4, 280-pound grizzly-looking man standing over him. His hand strength was incredible as it was actually hurting Alan but he knew the man wasn't squeezing as hard as he could.
"Why don't you mind your business and go fuck your sister you inbred hillbilly."
Alan said confidently. The hillbilly didn't seem fazed. He squeezed harder and said
"The lady said no. Get your hands off of her before I have to break you."
Alan was slightly concerned at how strong his grip was so he let go of the girl and squared up to the hillbilly saying
"I'm a fucking D1 athlete, you think..."
Before he could say anything, the hillbilly slapped the cocky young man saying
"Watch your mouth boy."
Alan landed into the bar and felt his cheek go numb. He looked at the bear of a man and said
"Did you put your disgusting fucking hands on me?? You were probably jerking off pigs all day and you slapped me?? Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you up!"
He charged at the man who shook his head, stepped to the side, and had the young man in a headlock quicker than anyone could say a word.
"You need to learn some manners. Rick, I'm gonna take this boy to the sheriff before he breaks anything in the bar, please let Mary Lou drink on my tab. Mary Lou, sorry you had to deal with this. Hope you have a good evening, welcome home."
The crowd in the bar laughed as Alan was swearing like crazy swinging his arms and legs around like crazy.
"Thanks, Mr. Franky, I'll stop by after I fix up something nice for you to eat tomorrow."
"No need Mary Lou. It's my pleasure. I'll see you at church on Sunday."
"Don't kill him Mr. Franky, the pastor would have a fit if you did that again."
Alan got nervous hearing this and tried harder to pull away not knowing if they were serious.
"If it calls for it, then I will fulfill my duty Mary Lou. Have a good evening everyone."
Everyone waved at Frank goodbye as he dragged the young man out of the bar. Alan was exhausting himself trying to break the grip of this crazy man. They got to the grizzly man's truck and the man let Alan go as he reached in the back of his truck for something. Alan took the chance Frank knew he would; Alan took a swing and his fist bounced off of the man's skull which felt like concrete. Frank turned and said
"I'll give you one more good swing before we head to the sheriff."
Frank leaned back against the truck looking bored. Alan's rage made him blind and he swung as hard as he could barely making Franks head turn. Frank's face would have a bruise, but he didn't seem affected. Frank then grabbed Alan by the arm and flipped him onto his back hard on the ground before flipping the boy over putting his knee on Alan's back while he hogtied him with zip ties. Alan was swearing up and down until he felt tape over his mouth making him start to panic.
Frank knelt down quietly and started to go through Alan's pockets putting his wallet, phone, keys, and drugs in his pocket.
"Alright. Let's go."
He said without much of a sense of urgency. Alan thrashed around even as Frank picked him up and threw him in the back of the truck making Alan bounce off the hard metal, ropes, and animal feed sitting back there.
The truck started and Alan was freaking out. He couldn't move but as the truck turned, he would roll around the back smacking into everything. It felt like they drove for an hour, even going onto dirt roads deep into the woods. Alan was getting worried, wouldn't the sheriff be in town?? Where were they going?? Was he going to die?? Alan started to cry thinking this was it.
Finally, the truck stopped and it was pitch black outside except for the moon shining over the pond It was a big farm house with some tractors and cars sitting out front.
"Welcome to the Sheriff's office...Alan. 28 years old, from out of state, clearly not in college anymore, what did you drop out? Kicked out? Doesn't matter. Tags that have not been updated, same for your license, drugs, and harassment tonight. Man, you're doing pretty good. Usually, I just get to drive home people who are drunk but you're actually going to be fun."
Alan was still crying as he listened to the man.
"Yeah, welp. Let's get you inside and we can start the process."
He picked up Alan and carried him inside the dark house straight into the basement. Where he placed Alan on a cold table in the middle of the room. Frank attached what Alan assumed was a carabiner to his ties making it so he couldn't move off the table.
"Wait for me."
The man said as he went upstairs not having turned the lights on left making Alan even more worried. He heard the man's boots stomping around upstairs. Alan knew he was fucked but didn't know if this was legitimate or not.
Frank came down the stairs turning on the light and showing the room to Alan which looked like some basement from a horror movie he saw. Frank walked to Alan and began to strip him. Alan tried to fight back but Frank was quick with his knife cutting Alan's clothes up and off of him leaving only Alan's tight boxers. Frank sat on the chair in front of the table and said
"Alright boy. As you can tell, I'm the town sheriff. You've broken some big laws. I can ruin your life if I want to. And trust me with you messing with Mary Lou, I really want to. However, I like to think of myself as merciful. You're a dumb privileged jock who never had someone say no before. I'd like to help you become a productive member of society."
Alan was shivering and scared as he realized he had to do whatever it was that was about to happen.
"So I'm going to take an old-school discipline approach with you. You'll live here for a while and you and I will spend a lot of time together. I'll turn you into a good boy. Sound good? Well, it's either that or go to prison for 20+ years so I'll just assume you'd rather do my thing."
With that, he stood up and said
"I think you've figured out I can kick your ass so trying to run would be quite stupid wouldn't it?"
Frank cut the ties around Alan's ankles and waited for a second. Once he realized Alan wasn't going To run, he cut the ones around his wrist and undid the tape gag.
"You can call me Sir or Mr. Frank. Here are the rules, I speak, you answer with yes or no Mr. Frank or Sir. I say do this, you do it. If not, I'll punish you. Really easy right?"
